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“No,” I say quickly. I’ve never been on a bike, but it’s happening tonight. “I’ll go change.” I hold up a finger and take a couple of steps back before pivoting on my heels. “Don’t go anywhere,” I yell over my shoulder.
“That would be stupid of me,” he yells back. I turn and smile at him, he winks in response.
Damn. Damn. Damn. I’m ready to jump into the visible flames he’s putting off.
I dash into my apartment. Tori stands in my bedroom doorway as I shimmy into my skinny jeans, not yet taking off my dress. “See, I told you, a magic carpet ride.”
I stop mid-zip and glare at her as realization dawns on me by what she meant. “You knew he had a motorcycle?”
With a taunt of a smile, she shrugs unapologetically.
“Really, Tori? You even told me not to wear panties.”
She hums. “How hot that ride would be? Maybe I should talk Mr. Silver into getting a motorcycle.”
“Oh my god. You are a nymphomaniac.”
This shouldn’t surprise me coming from a woman who doesn’t wear a bathing suit when out on the yacht and all the places her and Mr. Silver have had sex out in the open. She’s as comfortable naked as she is with clothes on, but I’m not. I’d rather the lights be turned off. The scars have always made me self-conscious.
The royal blue silk tank glides down my torso. It’s still sexy and date-worthy. Boots in the summer sound as good as hot chocolate on a steaming, muggy day so I grab wedges out of my closet. At least they won’t fall off my feet.
I glance at the stair exit and I smirk. Nope, not this time. I’ll break my ankle trying to do the stairs right now.
Kase is sitting on his motorcycle when I return, messing with his phone. “Hey stranger, can you give me a lift?”
His thumbs stop moving, and his lips turn up as he mumbles something to himself. When he lifts his head, he flashes a sly grin. I can’t ignore the flush of heat burning deep in my core. I should have kept my dress on. Without panties.
“Where you headed?” His words are playful, but his eyes are full of fire. I try to ignore his heated stare, but it’s always been hard for me to turn away from danger. And Kase is dangerous. I’ve seen how he interacts with other people. He’s intense, reserved, yet doesn’t back away from a fight. He’s nothing like that with me, which makes me question everything about him. It also draws me in and makes me want to know who the real Kase is.
“Wherever you want to take me.”
“Damn, woman. Don’t tell me that.” He grabs a helmet off his handlebar and lifts it over my head. I pull my hair back before he pops it down. His warm fingers graze my jaw as he snaps my chinstraps together. I shiver involuntarily and heat rushes to my cheeks. He flashes a knowing smile and bites his lip and it's damn sexy. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” He twists his body to grab his helmet. “Hop on,” he says over his shoulder.
Feeling nervous, excited, and slightly aroused, I swing my leg over and straddle the seat. I hold on to the seat behind me, not knowing if I’m supposed to wrap my arms around him. “I tried to say no. You wouldn’t let me.”
“Ellie, you didn’t try very hard.” His laugh echoes in the quiet garage until he floods it out with the buzz of his bike. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around his waist, not caring what I’m supposed to do. The press of my body against his, the rumble of the bike between my legs and the adrenaline of being on a motorcycle has my body tingling with little volts of electricity. I’m more alive right now than I’ve been in years.
The wind rushes around us as we zip by the coast and the sun sets low in the sky behind us. The engine roars louder as Kase pushes it to go a little faster. My hands tighten around his waist and I can feel the shake of his laughter. I pinch him, and he retaliates by reaching around, grabbing my ass. Fear spikes through me. Keep your hands on the handles!
“Noooo!” I yell and tap him on his stomach. I release a sigh of relief when both his hands are where they’re supposed to be. After about a twenty-minute ride, Kase pulls into a small beach-side restaurant. It’s a cute, tiki-hut style restaurant with bright lights, beach themed decor and a patio that wraps around the entire restaurant.
Kase parks and takes off his helmet. “This okay?”
I lift off my helmet, hand it to him and shake out my hair. “Yes! I’ve never been here.” North of Gilley Cove is new to me as I don’t venture out this way. He helps me off and I rub the inside of my thighs, not used to the vibration between my legs. Well… for that long.
He slips his hand in mine, with no hesitation. He’s worried if I’ll like the restaurant, yet holding my hand is not up for discussion. I steal a quick glance up to him and he winks. The confident man leads me inside and I can’t help the butterflies tingling in my belly.
“Reservation for Nixon,” he says to the blonde hostess. Reservation? The restaurant is what I imagined it to be. Laid-back and casual. Typically, this is not the type of place that takes reservations.
“Right this way, Mr. Nixon.” Kase’s hand stays on my lower back as we follow her through the restaurant. I'm excited they're seating us on the patio. The sun hasn’t disappeared yet, leaving a soft pink glow across the horizon. When we keep going, past the patio, I glance at Kase, confused. He nods his head forward and I follow it to a single table set up by the water. Candles flicker on the table from the soft breeze coming off the ocean.
He pulls out my seat for me and helps me scoot forward in the sand. When he whips my folded up napkin and lays it in my lap, I stare up at him in bewilderment. He rounds the table and sits, repeating the motion with his napkin. I’m caught off guard by his chivalry.
He takes a sip of his water, looking at me over the rim of the glass. “What?” he asks, lowering his glass.
“You surprise me.”
He leans back in his chair, chuckling. “Why is that?”
